To Touch the Heart of You

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

To touch the heart of you is to feel the exhilaration of a million bursting stars that light the heavens and beyond. The warmth, the glow, the magic that I feel inside transforms each moment of each day into a symphony of life, and completes me, and fulfills me in every way.

TO TOUCH THE HEART OF YOU

By Al Garcia

To touch the heart of you is to feel the exhilaration of a million bursting stars that light the heavens and beyond.  The warmth, the glow, the magic that I feel inside transforms each moment of each day into a symphony of life, and completes me, and fulfills me in every way. 

I have known too well the loneliness and solitude of life among the crowds and throngs of those content with mere existence and survival.  I have felt the pangs of self-pity and of indignity, and I have cloaked my emotions and my passions with imitations of laughter and elation. 

To touch the heart of you is to release the genuineness and actuality of me.  I was merely a suggestion of what I could ever be, before you began to read my words and grasp the essence of my thoughts.  It is you, my Face Book friends, who have opened your hearts to me, that has in turn reignited the flame that burns inside of me. 

You have enabled me to see that my thoughts were worlds beyond the plainness of who I believed myself to be.  I found myself betrayed by my own complexity and intensity, and by the visions and hallucinations left by the sights and sounds of war, and the reflections of lost dreams and abandoned expectations.

You have let me write in words and prose of how I was touched by the courage, bravery and valor of young men at war.  You have allowed me to describe and explain, as best I could, in simple words, how I was traumatized and disillusioned at seeing the cruel finality of life – when so young, so innocent, so alone. 

I was filled with youth and innocence back then, like so many others who found themselves confronting their mortality before the age of twenty.  How sad to never have known the splendor and awareness of life beyond the boundaries of their youth.  And for some, like me, it was sad to learn how sorrow, grief and sadness can touch your weeping heart, and how sad it was to disguise the ache and agony behind the valiant face of bravery and of courage. 

How strong must have been the young bodies and minds of boys and men back then, to look beyond a moment that forever scarred their minds and souls with images and sounds that now never seem to end.  We were told we were resilient, tough and strong.  Yet, deep down, we felt like children of a forgetful God.  We questioned why we felt forgotten and abandoned, and why we had been tossed into the depths of hell.  What sins had we committed to justify the inhumanity of the insanity before us?  And for most of us, no answers ever came, and still we search for closure and for peace.

And it was only after many years of trying to adjust again to the normalcy that never seemed to come, that some of us were able to confront the nightmares and the shadows that woke us in the middle of the night.  We each attempted, in our way, to conceal the open wounds of our betrayal, and of the deceit, treachery and deception that was perpetrated upon us and endured by us.  But most of all, we all tried as best we could, to erase the faces and the places that we left behind, but mostly without success.  For the memories still linger and fester deep down inside of too many of us.

You were the burst of light that brought me through the darkness I had within me.  I still see the shadows that bring back memories and sensations of a cold and strange world that collided with everything that was me, and that once defined me.  I still have dark and troubling thoughts of what I saw and heard.  But I also write of love, of tolerance and acceptance, and of the natural beauty that now surrounds me and even astounds me.  But best of all, I am once again, to capture good moments that help to sooth the wounds that time has never healed. 

To touch the heart of you, was to reclaim the heart and soul of the boy I used to be.  I can feel again the promise that life once made to me.  I can begin to feel again the purpose of a once forgotten and abandoned life.  And all because of you, who share your time with me, if only for a moment. 

To touch the heart of you is to know that I am finally home again.  To the place where I belong, and to a place I once let go because I felt alone. 


Submitted: May 25, 2021

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